Hung Coon A Shame The Gunslinger Story Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer
The wind whistled through the canyon walls as the clopping of the horse's hooves echoed off into the distance. Shame led the horse up out of the canyon and looked down upon the small town of San Mandingo. It looked the same as it had the first time he gazed down upon it six months ago when he had rode into town as their new lawman. He still remembered the first words he had heard.
"The sheriff is a nig(bong)!" The tolling of the church bell blocked out the word.
"A what?"
"A nig(bong)!"
"Howdy, ma'am," said Shame tipping his weather worn hat to the old woman as she stared up at him dumbfounded.
San Mandingo had been under the control of a ruthless outlaw named Jesse Adams at the time. Shame quickly confronted the outlaw and arrested him, but only after putting a slug through the outlaw's brother. Adams was now safely up at El Paso. San Mandigo was prospering and the streets were safe. Shame was done here and would be leaving later that day. A new Sheriff was due into town the following day. Shame had just returned from Eastwood City buying supplies for the new sheriff.
Shame galloped into town, riding proudly down the street even though few citizens would talk to him. "Sheriff Shame, Sheriff Shame," yelled a man running towards him. It was Tex, the telegraph operator. "Sheriff, I gots an urgent 'gram for ya." Tex waved a piece of paper up at the large black man.
"What's it say, Tex?" Shame reined his horse in and leaned down to look at Tex.
Tex sneered then quickly lost the expression. He didn't like the black man lording over him. "It says here, the Judge at El Paso done freed Jesse Adams. Several of ole Jesse's boys done met him when he got out and they is all on the noon train."
"How many boys?"
"Half dozen it says. Whatcha gonna do, Sheriff?" Tex spit out Shame's title with a little contempt.
Shame shook his head. Six months of peace and prosperity and they still couldn't accept a black man as their Sheriff. "Well, I reckon I'll just hafta deputize me some of the townsfolk and meet Adams up at the train station. "Can I count on you, Tex?"
Tex went white as a ghost. "Me? Well... I... Fuck, what are we paying you for?"
"You aint paying me anymore, remember? Today is my last day."
"Well if I was you, Sher.. boy, I'd just be getting out of town a little early. Sheeit, things weren't all that bad with Jesse running things."
Shame clicked his tongue and Masai, his black stallion broke into a gallop. Tex quickly got out of the way.
Shame left Masai at the stable and walked down the dusty rode to the Sheriff's office. Everywhere he looked townspeople were talking or pointing at him. Word sure spread fast in an Mandingo. In the Sheriff's office, Shame took some tin deputy stars out of his desk and shoved them into one pocket. He glanced over at the wall clock. He had three hours until noon.
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Inez Martinez lifted a shot of whiskey with one shaking hand and quickly downed it. She was in her room at the San Mandingo Hotel. On her bed was an open suitcase with some wrinkled skirts hastily shoved in it.
Inez had been a poor Mexican girl of fifteen just five years ago when she met Jorge Martinez, an older gold prospector. Jorge paid Inez's father for the right to marry her and called in a priest just two days after seeing her for the first time.
Inez was an incredible beauty. A full large bosom strained at her peasant blouse. Her face was dominated by large dark eyes and full red lips. Long kinky dark hair fell halfway down her back. Her copper colored skin was smooth and unblemished. Once Jorge had her cleaned up and in a proper dress, she may have been the most beautiful woman in Mexico.
Sadly, Jorge wasn't much to look at. Nor was the act of lovemaking what she had expected it to be. Jorge was a good husband and a good provider. They left Mexico three years ago and settled in San Mandingo. Jorge bought the town Saloon and began expanding into a building next door which would become San Mandingo's hotel. Things were well and they prospered for several years until Jorge ended up dead.
Jorge Martinez had a fondness for drink and one night he didn't return home from the saloon. He was found dead in the alley between the buildings the next day. The cause of death was unknown. It was Jesse Adams that had told her she was a widow.
Jesse had moved in on the grieving woman and soon he was staying over at the hotel. Jesse Adams was a monster! For over half a year she had been forced to couple with the brute. He used her business profits to drink every night. He beat her. One night after she had threatened to leave him, He had stormed out only to return with a branding iron. He heated the brand up in the fireplace, ripped her clothes from her body, and pressed his brand up against her right ass cheek. "You're mine, you Mexican bitch and don't you ever forget that," he hissed at her as her flesh burned. Her ass was still aching when he forced her to give his brother a blow job, to prove she was his property. A week later the brother was dead and Adams was on his way to jail in El Paso. All thanks to Sheriff Shame. She'd never thanked him. She even went out of her way to avoid the black man. Inez turned her back to the mirror and gathered up her skirts. She pulled her underwear aside and could just make out the black "A" burnd into her ass cheek. She jumped when there was a knock on her door. "Come," she called releasing her skirts.
Shame took off his hat as he entered the room. He glanced over at the suitcase on the bed. "I see you've heard the news, Mrs Martinez."
"I can't let that animal near me again, Sheriff." Inez looked at the black man. They were the only minorities in town yet she couldn't bring herself to consider Shame as an equal. Was skin color all that important? He was handsome, big and strong, and extremely capable with a weapon. Yet he was still black.
"I'll protect you, Mrs Martinez."
"What can you do against half a dozen men?"
"I'm deputizing the townsfolk. We'll meet Adams at the train station and he'll wish he'd never left his jail cell. He'll never harm you again, Mrs Martinez. Not as long as I'm Sheriff."
"But you won't be Sheriff after today." Not that it mattered, the confrontation was less then three hours away. "Why do you wish to help me?"
"It's my duty, Ma'am. It's the right thing to do."
"I haven't exactly been kind to you, Sheriff." Inez had denied Shame the use of her saloon. Not that she really cared, but some of the patrons didn't want a black man drinking with them. Shame had entered the bar anyway and decked the first man who gave him trouble. Now Shame could drink there, but he always sat at a table alone. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well... as a matter of fact there is."
"Name it, sir."
"I just rode in from Eastwood and I sure could use a bath."
"Of course," cried Inez her cheeks flushing with shame. She'd always refused Shame the use of her baths at the motel. "How rude of me. I'll have one... no I'll heat the water and fill the tub myself, sir."
"Excellent. Let me run down to the saloon and see who I can recruit. I'll return shortly." Shame walked down the stairs and hooked his thumbs into his belt as he walked next door. Shame pushed the swinging doors in and strolled into the saloon. The saloon was noisy and the patrons were animated. They shut up when everyone realized who was standing in the doorway. "Alright, listen up. You all know why I'm here," shouted Shame. "Jesse Adams is fixing to come back to town and he's bringing some of his boys with him. I aims to meet him at the train station. Now I'm gonna need some deputies. Who is with me?"
Most of the cowboys turned around and went back to their drinks. Shame's eyes roamed around to those still looking at him and one by one they cast their eyes down and away from the black man. "I'm with ya, Sheriff," declared one standing up. He was a wizened old man, a *****, and his hands shook.
"Thanks, Kane. Anyone else?"
Someone called out, "If I were you Sheriff, I'd get out of town."
Kane staggered over to the black man. He looked around a the crowd. "Y'all remember what Adams did to my granddaughter. Man's an animal. A monster. The Sheriff here saved us from that monster and if you don't respects him for that well..." Kane looked around the room and spit a wad of tobacco on the floor. "Here," said Shame tossing Kane a deputy badge. "Go wait for me at the Sheriff's office. Ill return shortly."
As the two headed for the door a cowboy sitting at the table nearest the door stood up. "Things under Adams weren't that bad for some of us, Sheriff. I hope you get yours, you uppity nig..." Shame's fist connected with his jaw and the man fell onto the table collapsing it beneath his weight. His companions all jumped to their feet, but sat back down when Shame rested his hands upon his pistols. Everyone in town knew how fast he was with a gun.
"Heh heh, I done think you knocked him out for a week," laughed Kane once they were outside. "Damn fool's gonna miss the gunfight. How many others ya got, Sheriff?"
"So far just us."
Kane stopped dead in his tracks. "Just us?"
"Don't worry old timer. I'll get some others. Meet me at the office in a little while. I got some business to take care of." Shame spun on his heels and headed back to the hotel.
Shame caught a glimpse of Inez heating water by the fire. Just glancing at the beautiful Mexican woman made his loins swell with desire. Shame walked up the steps and into the bathing room. The cast iron tub was already partially filled with water.
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"I'll get that Mrs Martinez," yelled the hotel manager seeing his boss struggling up the steps with pails of water.
"Gracias, but no, Henry. This is something I must do myself." Inez considered this a penance for how she had treated the black man. A man who had saved her from an abusive monster.
Inez managed to get the two pails to the bathroom and found herself proud there was still some of the peasant girl left in her. She hadn't gotten completely soft. Proud as she was at getting the heavy pails full of hot water to the second floor, Inez almost droped them when she opened the door. "El Diablo," she blurted out.
Shame stood before her, naked except for his cowboy hat. Her eyes hadn't taken in his hugely framed muscular physique. They had immediately focused on the devil swinging between his legs. The black man's fat cock put poor old Jorge's to shame. It was plump and partially erect, still pointing down, but already it was twice as long as Jorge's and many inches bigger then Adam's. "Oh, sorry ma'am." Shame turned around.
"No Sheriff, I am sorry," replied Inez. "Now her eyes bore in on the scars crisscrossing his back. Scars made by a slave master's whip. It made her think of the scarlet A branded on her ass. "Get in. We are all adults here." Inez emptied one of the pails into the tub.
Shame turned around, hiding nothing. Inez finally took in his musular physique, but her eyes kept going towards the big cock swinging between his legs. It was so big and powerful looking. "It's hot," said Shame. "It feels real good once inside." He had climbed into the tub and lowered himself into the water.
"I imagine that's so." Inez emptied the next pail into the tub. "Looks like two more will do it, Mr Shame. She left, carrying the empty pails down the stairs. Two others were already heating over the fire. She took them both with a carryiing stick and struggled back up the stairs.
Inez entered the room and emptied another pail into the tub. She reached over and removed Shame's hat from his head. He closed his eyes as she dumped the bucket over his dirt covered sweaty face. "Could you scrub my back?" he asked, leaning forwards.
"Of course." Inez grabbed a nearby wad of soap and the scrubbing sponge. She lathered his back up with soap and ran the sponge across it. She stared at his scars as she washed them. Some were deep. Others had faded into his muscles. He leaned back and her hand moved over his shoulder to his chest. She grabbed the soap with her other hand and lathered up his chest. His muscles were well defined. His chest was as hard as a brick wall, but smooth between the muscles. Her hand had moved lower going over six hard ridges above his navel. His cockhead suddenly broke clear of the water and rose up. "Any luck getting help?" she asked to take her mind off the long black snake rising between his legs.
"One brave man amongst the bunch. Most think I should leave town. I think I just might. What do you think?"
"No!" Inez was horrifed and dropped the soap. It slid down between his legs. "You can't leave. You promised to protect me." Inez was horrifed at the thought. As she was speaking, she was also reaching down to feel for the soap. Instead, her small tanned hand closed around his hard shaft. Inez gasped when she realized what she had done, but she didn't let go.
"It looks like you want me to stay."
"I want you to stay." Inez let her hand slide down underwater to his pubic hair, then back up to his bulbous cockhead. His penis was completely hard now. "Cock el grande. I've never seen one this big." She let her hand jerk the huge shaft a few times.
"Why don't you join me in the tub?"
"And you'll stay and protect me?"
"Maybe. Depends on you I reckon."
Inez released the fat cock in her hand. She stood up straight and stepped back. The widow stooped and turned her back to Shame lifting her long raven black tresses from off her back. "Unlace me, please."
Shame reached for the laces on her gown and untied them. He parted the fabric and her lovely back appeared down to her undergarmet. Inez stood and moved away from him. She turned to face the black man in the tub as she pulled her dress down over er shoulders. She wiggled her hips until the skirt fell down her legs. Inez stood before him clad in only her undergarmet. The lacy material covered her breasts to her thighs. A corset showed off her magnificent figure.
There were only two women in town who rivaled Inez in both beauty and figure. One was Kelly Grace, the school teacher, who hid her body beneath bulky skirts. The other was the fiery Becca Adams, sister of Jesse. She could out shoot, out ride, and out drink practically all the men in town. She dressed like a man, but the tight pants and shirts proved that she was all woman. It was a matter of taste, but many found Inez Martinez to be the most beautiful woman in town and maybe the county. And only two men had seen her like Shame was seeing her now. One of them was dead, the other was arriving on the noon train.
Inez unlaced her corset and shimied out of the underwear. Large, full breasts sprang free, capped by small, pointy, rust colored nipples. Her waist was thin, proving that the corset had done nothing to hide her true figure. Her belly was flat. As the underwear slid over her hips and down her legs, Shame saw that she was the most hairy woman he'd ever seen. Her bush was full and coarse. It entirely covered her crotch and traveled high on her abdomen. She was gorgeous.
Inez stepped into the tub. She slid down, lowering her crotch over Shame's shaft. She lowered herself into his arms, but he stopped her and licked at her dangling, ponderous breasts. Inez moaned as he took one of her nipples between his lips. It had been a long time for her and the hot wetness growing between her legs wasn't just water from the tub. The shaft she rested on was hot and throbbing against her labia. Inez found herself sliding her pussy along the shaft, whimpering with pleasure as Shame switched to her other nipple. Inez slid higher and higher until her breasts were pressing against Shame's face. Abruptly, the shaft ended and her pussy lips opened against his huge cockhead. She pushed down hard and the head was in her.
Inez paused for a moment. Definetly a lot bigger then Jorge, she thought. Just the head was stretching her wide. Inez pushed back so that more of the thick cock could slide inside her. Shame was squeezing her breasts and holding both nipples near each other so that he could quickly move his lips between them. He suddenly released her breasts and brought his big hands aound to her ass cheeks. Shame grabbed big handfuls of her butt flesh, raising and lowering her on his shaft. Much to her surprise, Inez had a quick orgasm.
Jorge had never given his wife an orgasm during their marriage. In fact, Inez had only cum once before and much to her shame, it was when Jesse Adams had been roughly taking her. He was ***** and calling her degrading names, fucking her from behind while drinking tequila straight from the bottle. Inez had tried to fight the feelings, but she'd lost control and cried out as she came. She'd never cum again with the gunman.
Cumming again felt terrific and Inez wished she had overcome her bigotry sooner. She could have been fucking Shame months ago. She was loving every inch of his thick black shaft and whenever she thought there couldn't be any more, she found herself sliding down another inch. "Hey-suess, Senoir Shame. I love your big cock."
"Well my little Mexican slut, this big black cock is all yours." Shame released her cheeks and Inez impaled herself on the remaining five inches of his shaft, splashing water out of the tub.
Inez's loud scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The scream at first was a high pitched wail that turned into a long moan as a big orgasm violently tore through her loins. Inez was half aware of voices outside their door. The man's voice was the hotel manager and she could hear one of the serving girls. They had heard her scream and come to make sure she was alright. The voices went away as there was no hiding the noises of fornication coming from the room. Soon everyone in town would know she had fucked the black sheriff. And that was fine with her as she hoped to fuck him a lot more from now on.
Inez managed to brace her feet on either side of the tub and she rode the big black shaft as hard as a cowboy on a bucking bronco. She had multiple orgasms, quickly losing count of how many. The water in the tub was not only cold, but soaking the floor from their violent fucking by the time Shame's shaft exploded. It felt like she was sitting of a geyser, so much sperm sprayed her womb. Inez was suddenly concerned, she was right between her cycles and might get pregnant, but the thought fled her mind just as another strong orgasm overwhelmed her.
Shame helped the weakened Inez Martinez out of the tub. "Lets move to your room," said Shame.
Inez nodded. She grabbed her clothes and held them over her body as she peeked out the door. Seeing the hallway was vacant, she swiftly ran to her room. Shame followed carrying his clothes. Both lovers were still wet as Inez sat on her bed. Shame dropped his dusty clothes and walked over to where Inez was sitting. "You ever suck cock?"
For a moment, Inez considered lying. "Yes," she replied telling the truth. Jesse Adams had made her suck his cock many times, nearly daily. She'd almost welcomed it as it kept him out of her pussy. Shame didn't have to tell her what to do. His still plump shaft stuck out towards her mouth. She grabbed the base and squeezed as her tongue licked over his pee slit. It quickly returned to full erection.
Suffice it to say, that with all that practice, Inez was an accomplished cock sucker. She could of put whores to shame. The black man's length and girth presented a new challenge, but she attacked that challenge with gusto. "Suck that black cock, slut," he'd growl, or "suck my balls, you Mexican whore." His words only excited Inez more. She began to feel as though she'd missed her true calling as a real whore.
"Enough," he cried just as Inez had managed nearly ten inches of cock down her throat.
"But I don't want to stop, Senior," she complained as Shame pulled his cock out of reach of her mouth.
"I'd spend all day doing this, Mrs Martiniez, but I don't have the fucking time. I wanna fuck that sweet pussy again. Turn around and get on all fours."
Inez did as she was told. "Please take it easy back there, Sheriff. I'm still sore from what your monster did to me earlier."
Honestly, at the moment, her pussy did look somewhat unappealing. Her lips and thighs were red and covered in stringy gobs of semen or flakes of drying sperm. Shame was satisfied his boys had done their job the first time flooding her womb. There was a pretty little tight hole looking up at him with it's crinkly brown eye. That was the hole he aimed the tip of his dick towards.
"What are you doing, Senior Shame?" asked Inez, suddenly quite nervous.
"Going easy on your pussy, Mrs Martinez."
"Well go..oh!"- her asshole was starting to push inwards- "easy on that too. T'aint natural. Aaah!" Her rosebud suddenly gave in to the pressure and parted for the thick cockhead and it hurt like hell. Luckily, her mouth had done a good job lubricating the shaft so there wasn't much friction. The pain faded to a dull ache faster then Inez would have thought.
"Only a real whore would let a man put his cock in her ass," announced Shame pushing his prick in deeper until nearly half was down her poop shoot. "Are you a real whore, Mrs Martinez?"
Inez almost didn't answer him. Her womb felt warm though her pussy was empty. The thick shaft slowly sliding in and out of her ass began to produce results. "I'm your whore, Mr Shame," she said with conviction. The warmth in her womb exploded outwards as Inez had a large orgasm. She had never been happier.
"You got a tight ass, whore." Shame reveled in the haughty Mexican woman's submission to his black cock.
"Oh the shame! Shame," she moaned as the black man slowly fucked her ass. "Shame." Inez pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. "Oh Shame!" she cried as his cock suddenly jerked and her ass felt warm and wet. Then her ass was empty as he quickly pulled out. More hot sperm splattered on her ass cheeks and lower back. Inez's cheek was resting on her crossed arms. She looked up as Shame quickly moved around her side. His cock was big and angry looking as it launched two more strands of thick cum at her face. She could taste him on her cum coated lips. Inez closed her eyes and licked some more off her mouth.
When Inez opened her eyes again, the black man was buttoning his shirt back on. His magnificent cock was a hidden buge beneath his trousers. She remained kneeling on the bed with her ass thrust up as he belted his revolvers around his hips. "Shame, promise me you'll kill that bastard and come back to me."
"I promise." Shame left the room and walked down the stairs. A grandfather clock dominated the hotel foyer. It pendulums swung ominously ticking off the hours until noon. BONG the clock suddenly rang. The noise went off nine more times as Shame left the hotel.
He only had two more hours until noon.
The wind whistled through the canyon walls as the clopping of the horse's hooves echoed off into the distance. Shame led the horse up out of the canyon and looked down upon the small town of San Mandingo. It looked the same as it had the first time he gazed down upon it six months ago when he had rode into town as their new lawman. He still remembered the first words he had heard.
"The sheriff is a nig(bong)!" The tolling of the church bell blocked out the word.
"A what?"
"A nig(bong)!"
"Howdy, ma'am," said Shame tipping his weather worn hat to the old woman as she stared up at him dumbfounded.
San Mandingo had been under the control of a ruthless outlaw named Jesse Adams at the time. Shame quickly confronted the outlaw and arrested him, but only after putting a slug through the outlaw's brother. Adams was now safely up at El Paso. San Mandigo was prospering and the streets were safe. Shame was done here and would be leaving later that day. A new Sheriff was due into town the following day. Shame had just returned from Eastwood City buying supplies for the new sheriff.
Shame galloped into town, riding proudly down the street even though few citizens would talk to him. "Sheriff Shame, Sheriff Shame," yelled a man running towards him. It was Tex, the telegraph operator. "Sheriff, I gots an urgent 'gram for ya." Tex waved a piece of paper up at the large black man.
"What's it say, Tex?" Shame reined his horse in and leaned down to look at Tex.
Tex sneered then quickly lost the expression. He didn't like the black man lording over him. "It says here, the Judge at El Paso done freed Jesse Adams. Several of ole Jesse's boys done met him when he got out and they is all on the noon train."
"How many boys?"
"Half dozen it says. Whatcha gonna do, Sheriff?" Tex spit out Shame's title with a little contempt.
Shame shook his head. Six months of peace and prosperity and they still couldn't accept a black man as their Sheriff. "Well, I reckon I'll just hafta deputize me some of the townsfolk and meet Adams up at the train station. "Can I count on you, Tex?"
Tex went white as a ghost. "Me? Well... I... Fuck, what are we paying you for?"
"You aint paying me anymore, remember? Today is my last day."
"Well if I was you, Sher.. boy, I'd just be getting out of town a little early. Sheeit, things weren't all that bad with Jesse running things."
Shame clicked his tongue and Masai, his black stallion broke into a gallop. Tex quickly got out of the way.
Shame left Masai at the stable and walked down the dusty rode to the Sheriff's office. Everywhere he looked townspeople were talking or pointing at him. Word sure spread fast in an Mandingo. In the Sheriff's office, Shame took some tin deputy stars out of his desk and shoved them into one pocket. He glanced over at the wall clock. He had three hours until noon.
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Inez Martinez lifted a shot of whiskey with one shaking hand and quickly downed it. She was in her room at the San Mandingo Hotel. On her bed was an open suitcase with some wrinkled skirts hastily shoved in it.
Inez had been a poor Mexican girl of fifteen just five years ago when she met Jorge Martinez, an older gold prospector. Jorge paid Inez's father for the right to marry her and called in a priest just two days after seeing her for the first time.
Inez was an incredible beauty. A full large bosom strained at her peasant blouse. Her face was dominated by large dark eyes and full red lips. Long kinky dark hair fell halfway down her back. Her copper colored skin was smooth and unblemished. Once Jorge had her cleaned up and in a proper dress, she may have been the most beautiful woman in Mexico.
Sadly, Jorge wasn't much to look at. Nor was the act of lovemaking what she had expected it to be. Jorge was a good husband and a good provider. They left Mexico three years ago and settled in San Mandingo. Jorge bought the town Saloon and began expanding into a building next door which would become San Mandingo's hotel. Things were well and they prospered for several years until Jorge ended up dead.
Jorge Martinez had a fondness for drink and one night he didn't return home from the saloon. He was found dead in the alley between the buildings the next day. The cause of death was unknown. It was Jesse Adams that had told her she was a widow.
Jesse had moved in on the grieving woman and soon he was staying over at the hotel. Jesse Adams was a monster! For over half a year she had been forced to couple with the brute. He used her business profits to drink every night. He beat her. One night after she had threatened to leave him, He had stormed out only to return with a branding iron. He heated the brand up in the fireplace, ripped her clothes from her body, and pressed his brand up against her right ass cheek. "You're mine, you Mexican bitch and don't you ever forget that," he hissed at her as her flesh burned. Her ass was still aching when he forced her to give his brother a blow job, to prove she was his property. A week later the brother was dead and Adams was on his way to jail in El Paso. All thanks to Sheriff Shame. She'd never thanked him. She even went out of her way to avoid the black man. Inez turned her back to the mirror and gathered up her skirts. She pulled her underwear aside and could just make out the black "A" burnd into her ass cheek. She jumped when there was a knock on her door. "Come," she called releasing her skirts.
Shame took off his hat as he entered the room. He glanced over at the suitcase on the bed. "I see you've heard the news, Mrs Martinez."
"I can't let that animal near me again, Sheriff." Inez looked at the black man. They were the only minorities in town yet she couldn't bring herself to consider Shame as an equal. Was skin color all that important? He was handsome, big and strong, and extremely capable with a weapon. Yet he was still black.
"I'll protect you, Mrs Martinez."
"What can you do against half a dozen men?"
"I'm deputizing the townsfolk. We'll meet Adams at the train station and he'll wish he'd never left his jail cell. He'll never harm you again, Mrs Martinez. Not as long as I'm Sheriff."
"But you won't be Sheriff after today." Not that it mattered, the confrontation was less then three hours away. "Why do you wish to help me?"
"It's my duty, Ma'am. It's the right thing to do."
"I haven't exactly been kind to you, Sheriff." Inez had denied Shame the use of her saloon. Not that she really cared, but some of the patrons didn't want a black man drinking with them. Shame had entered the bar anyway and decked the first man who gave him trouble. Now Shame could drink there, but he always sat at a table alone. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well... as a matter of fact there is."
"Name it, sir."
"I just rode in from Eastwood and I sure could use a bath."
"Of course," cried Inez her cheeks flushing with shame. She'd always refused Shame the use of her baths at the motel. "How rude of me. I'll have one... no I'll heat the water and fill the tub myself, sir."
"Excellent. Let me run down to the saloon and see who I can recruit. I'll return shortly." Shame walked down the stairs and hooked his thumbs into his belt as he walked next door. Shame pushed the swinging doors in and strolled into the saloon. The saloon was noisy and the patrons were animated. They shut up when everyone realized who was standing in the doorway. "Alright, listen up. You all know why I'm here," shouted Shame. "Jesse Adams is fixing to come back to town and he's bringing some of his boys with him. I aims to meet him at the train station. Now I'm gonna need some deputies. Who is with me?"
Most of the cowboys turned around and went back to their drinks. Shame's eyes roamed around to those still looking at him and one by one they cast their eyes down and away from the black man. "I'm with ya, Sheriff," declared one standing up. He was a wizened old man, a *****, and his hands shook.
"Thanks, Kane. Anyone else?"
Someone called out, "If I were you Sheriff, I'd get out of town."
Kane staggered over to the black man. He looked around a the crowd. "Y'all remember what Adams did to my granddaughter. Man's an animal. A monster. The Sheriff here saved us from that monster and if you don't respects him for that well..." Kane looked around the room and spit a wad of tobacco on the floor. "Here," said Shame tossing Kane a deputy badge. "Go wait for me at the Sheriff's office. Ill return shortly."
As the two headed for the door a cowboy sitting at the table nearest the door stood up. "Things under Adams weren't that bad for some of us, Sheriff. I hope you get yours, you uppity nig..." Shame's fist connected with his jaw and the man fell onto the table collapsing it beneath his weight. His companions all jumped to their feet, but sat back down when Shame rested his hands upon his pistols. Everyone in town knew how fast he was with a gun.
"Heh heh, I done think you knocked him out for a week," laughed Kane once they were outside. "Damn fool's gonna miss the gunfight. How many others ya got, Sheriff?"
"So far just us."
Kane stopped dead in his tracks. "Just us?"
"Don't worry old timer. I'll get some others. Meet me at the office in a little while. I got some business to take care of." Shame spun on his heels and headed back to the hotel.
Shame caught a glimpse of Inez heating water by the fire. Just glancing at the beautiful Mexican woman made his loins swell with desire. Shame walked up the steps and into the bathing room. The cast iron tub was already partially filled with water.
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"I'll get that Mrs Martinez," yelled the hotel manager seeing his boss struggling up the steps with pails of water.
"Gracias, but no, Henry. This is something I must do myself." Inez considered this a penance for how she had treated the black man. A man who had saved her from an abusive monster.
Inez managed to get the two pails to the bathroom and found herself proud there was still some of the peasant girl left in her. She hadn't gotten completely soft. Proud as she was at getting the heavy pails full of hot water to the second floor, Inez almost droped them when she opened the door. "El Diablo," she blurted out.
Shame stood before her, naked except for his cowboy hat. Her eyes hadn't taken in his hugely framed muscular physique. They had immediately focused on the devil swinging between his legs. The black man's fat cock put poor old Jorge's to shame. It was plump and partially erect, still pointing down, but already it was twice as long as Jorge's and many inches bigger then Adam's. "Oh, sorry ma'am." Shame turned around.
"No Sheriff, I am sorry," replied Inez. "Now her eyes bore in on the scars crisscrossing his back. Scars made by a slave master's whip. It made her think of the scarlet A branded on her ass. "Get in. We are all adults here." Inez emptied one of the pails into the tub.
Shame turned around, hiding nothing. Inez finally took in his musular physique, but her eyes kept going towards the big cock swinging between his legs. It was so big and powerful looking. "It's hot," said Shame. "It feels real good once inside." He had climbed into the tub and lowered himself into the water.
"I imagine that's so." Inez emptied the next pail into the tub. "Looks like two more will do it, Mr Shame. She left, carrying the empty pails down the stairs. Two others were already heating over the fire. She took them both with a carryiing stick and struggled back up the stairs.
Inez entered the room and emptied another pail into the tub. She reached over and removed Shame's hat from his head. He closed his eyes as she dumped the bucket over his dirt covered sweaty face. "Could you scrub my back?" he asked, leaning forwards.
"Of course." Inez grabbed a nearby wad of soap and the scrubbing sponge. She lathered his back up with soap and ran the sponge across it. She stared at his scars as she washed them. Some were deep. Others had faded into his muscles. He leaned back and her hand moved over his shoulder to his chest. She grabbed the soap with her other hand and lathered up his chest. His muscles were well defined. His chest was as hard as a brick wall, but smooth between the muscles. Her hand had moved lower going over six hard ridges above his navel. His cockhead suddenly broke clear of the water and rose up. "Any luck getting help?" she asked to take her mind off the long black snake rising between his legs.
"One brave man amongst the bunch. Most think I should leave town. I think I just might. What do you think?"
"No!" Inez was horrifed and dropped the soap. It slid down between his legs. "You can't leave. You promised to protect me." Inez was horrifed at the thought. As she was speaking, she was also reaching down to feel for the soap. Instead, her small tanned hand closed around his hard shaft. Inez gasped when she realized what she had done, but she didn't let go.
"It looks like you want me to stay."
"I want you to stay." Inez let her hand slide down underwater to his pubic hair, then back up to his bulbous cockhead. His penis was completely hard now. "Cock el grande. I've never seen one this big." She let her hand jerk the huge shaft a few times.
"Why don't you join me in the tub?"
"And you'll stay and protect me?"
"Maybe. Depends on you I reckon."
Inez released the fat cock in her hand. She stood up straight and stepped back. The widow stooped and turned her back to Shame lifting her long raven black tresses from off her back. "Unlace me, please."
Shame reached for the laces on her gown and untied them. He parted the fabric and her lovely back appeared down to her undergarmet. Inez stood and moved away from him. She turned to face the black man in the tub as she pulled her dress down over er shoulders. She wiggled her hips until the skirt fell down her legs. Inez stood before him clad in only her undergarmet. The lacy material covered her breasts to her thighs. A corset showed off her magnificent figure.
There were only two women in town who rivaled Inez in both beauty and figure. One was Kelly Grace, the school teacher, who hid her body beneath bulky skirts. The other was the fiery Becca Adams, sister of Jesse. She could out shoot, out ride, and out drink practically all the men in town. She dressed like a man, but the tight pants and shirts proved that she was all woman. It was a matter of taste, but many found Inez Martinez to be the most beautiful woman in town and maybe the county. And only two men had seen her like Shame was seeing her now. One of them was dead, the other was arriving on the noon train.
Inez unlaced her corset and shimied out of the underwear. Large, full breasts sprang free, capped by small, pointy, rust colored nipples. Her waist was thin, proving that the corset had done nothing to hide her true figure. Her belly was flat. As the underwear slid over her hips and down her legs, Shame saw that she was the most hairy woman he'd ever seen. Her bush was full and coarse. It entirely covered her crotch and traveled high on her abdomen. She was gorgeous.
Inez stepped into the tub. She slid down, lowering her crotch over Shame's shaft. She lowered herself into his arms, but he stopped her and licked at her dangling, ponderous breasts. Inez moaned as he took one of her nipples between his lips. It had been a long time for her and the hot wetness growing between her legs wasn't just water from the tub. The shaft she rested on was hot and throbbing against her labia. Inez found herself sliding her pussy along the shaft, whimpering with pleasure as Shame switched to her other nipple. Inez slid higher and higher until her breasts were pressing against Shame's face. Abruptly, the shaft ended and her pussy lips opened against his huge cockhead. She pushed down hard and the head was in her.
Inez paused for a moment. Definetly a lot bigger then Jorge, she thought. Just the head was stretching her wide. Inez pushed back so that more of the thick cock could slide inside her. Shame was squeezing her breasts and holding both nipples near each other so that he could quickly move his lips between them. He suddenly released her breasts and brought his big hands aound to her ass cheeks. Shame grabbed big handfuls of her butt flesh, raising and lowering her on his shaft. Much to her surprise, Inez had a quick orgasm.
Jorge had never given his wife an orgasm during their marriage. In fact, Inez had only cum once before and much to her shame, it was when Jesse Adams had been roughly taking her. He was ***** and calling her degrading names, fucking her from behind while drinking tequila straight from the bottle. Inez had tried to fight the feelings, but she'd lost control and cried out as she came. She'd never cum again with the gunman.
Cumming again felt terrific and Inez wished she had overcome her bigotry sooner. She could have been fucking Shame months ago. She was loving every inch of his thick black shaft and whenever she thought there couldn't be any more, she found herself sliding down another inch. "Hey-suess, Senoir Shame. I love your big cock."
"Well my little Mexican slut, this big black cock is all yours." Shame released her cheeks and Inez impaled herself on the remaining five inches of his shaft, splashing water out of the tub.
Inez's loud scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The scream at first was a high pitched wail that turned into a long moan as a big orgasm violently tore through her loins. Inez was half aware of voices outside their door. The man's voice was the hotel manager and she could hear one of the serving girls. They had heard her scream and come to make sure she was alright. The voices went away as there was no hiding the noises of fornication coming from the room. Soon everyone in town would know she had fucked the black sheriff. And that was fine with her as she hoped to fuck him a lot more from now on.
Inez managed to brace her feet on either side of the tub and she rode the big black shaft as hard as a cowboy on a bucking bronco. She had multiple orgasms, quickly losing count of how many. The water in the tub was not only cold, but soaking the floor from their violent fucking by the time Shame's shaft exploded. It felt like she was sitting of a geyser, so much sperm sprayed her womb. Inez was suddenly concerned, she was right between her cycles and might get pregnant, but the thought fled her mind just as another strong orgasm overwhelmed her.
Shame helped the weakened Inez Martinez out of the tub. "Lets move to your room," said Shame.
Inez nodded. She grabbed her clothes and held them over her body as she peeked out the door. Seeing the hallway was vacant, she swiftly ran to her room. Shame followed carrying his clothes. Both lovers were still wet as Inez sat on her bed. Shame dropped his dusty clothes and walked over to where Inez was sitting. "You ever suck cock?"
For a moment, Inez considered lying. "Yes," she replied telling the truth. Jesse Adams had made her suck his cock many times, nearly daily. She'd almost welcomed it as it kept him out of her pussy. Shame didn't have to tell her what to do. His still plump shaft stuck out towards her mouth. She grabbed the base and squeezed as her tongue licked over his pee slit. It quickly returned to full erection.
Suffice it to say, that with all that practice, Inez was an accomplished cock sucker. She could of put whores to shame. The black man's length and girth presented a new challenge, but she attacked that challenge with gusto. "Suck that black cock, slut," he'd growl, or "suck my balls, you Mexican whore." His words only excited Inez more. She began to feel as though she'd missed her true calling as a real whore.
"Enough," he cried just as Inez had managed nearly ten inches of cock down her throat.
"But I don't want to stop, Senior," she complained as Shame pulled his cock out of reach of her mouth.
"I'd spend all day doing this, Mrs Martiniez, but I don't have the fucking time. I wanna fuck that sweet pussy again. Turn around and get on all fours."
Inez did as she was told. "Please take it easy back there, Sheriff. I'm still sore from what your monster did to me earlier."
Honestly, at the moment, her pussy did look somewhat unappealing. Her lips and thighs were red and covered in stringy gobs of semen or flakes of drying sperm. Shame was satisfied his boys had done their job the first time flooding her womb. There was a pretty little tight hole looking up at him with it's crinkly brown eye. That was the hole he aimed the tip of his dick towards.
"What are you doing, Senior Shame?" asked Inez, suddenly quite nervous.
"Going easy on your pussy, Mrs Martinez."
"Well go..oh!"- her asshole was starting to push inwards- "easy on that too. T'aint natural. Aaah!" Her rosebud suddenly gave in to the pressure and parted for the thick cockhead and it hurt like hell. Luckily, her mouth had done a good job lubricating the shaft so there wasn't much friction. The pain faded to a dull ache faster then Inez would have thought.
"Only a real whore would let a man put his cock in her ass," announced Shame pushing his prick in deeper until nearly half was down her poop shoot. "Are you a real whore, Mrs Martinez?"
Inez almost didn't answer him. Her womb felt warm though her pussy was empty. The thick shaft slowly sliding in and out of her ass began to produce results. "I'm your whore, Mr Shame," she said with conviction. The warmth in her womb exploded outwards as Inez had a large orgasm. She had never been happier.
"You got a tight ass, whore." Shame reveled in the haughty Mexican woman's submission to his black cock.
"Oh the shame! Shame," she moaned as the black man slowly fucked her ass. "Shame." Inez pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. "Oh Shame!" she cried as his cock suddenly jerked and her ass felt warm and wet. Then her ass was empty as he quickly pulled out. More hot sperm splattered on her ass cheeks and lower back. Inez's cheek was resting on her crossed arms. She looked up as Shame quickly moved around her side. His cock was big and angry looking as it launched two more strands of thick cum at her face. She could taste him on her cum coated lips. Inez closed her eyes and licked some more off her mouth.
When Inez opened her eyes again, the black man was buttoning his shirt back on. His magnificent cock was a hidden buge beneath his trousers. She remained kneeling on the bed with her ass thrust up as he belted his revolvers around his hips. "Shame, promise me you'll kill that bastard and come back to me."
"I promise." Shame left the room and walked down the stairs. A grandfather clock dominated the hotel foyer. It pendulums swung ominously ticking off the hours until noon. BONG the clock suddenly rang. The noise went off nine more times as Shame left the hotel.
He only had two more hours until noon.
